I wake to light secretion atop my forehead. I clothe myself with comfort in mind. As I step outside my home I seem to recognize hair-splitting sounds and voices, phasing in and out, from near and far. While I try intentionally to gather enough, peace of mind if you will, to take one more step for fresh air, the voices seem to cease. All the while ( Read more... )

first ever mono-log. . . please tell me wat you think ( Read more... )

yeap so school is cool

mom is the bomb

car is just as flipping rusty

and my penis is not crusty

so life is good.

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